Pulling away from the kiss, Kennet held her against the wall. His palm seared the skin of her collarbone as the entire trailer filled with that familiar deep desert spices scent that came with the peaks of his power. "This darkness that you latched onto will swallow you whole, Elia. You will be as lost as your mentalist friend."
The dark smirk and knowing eyes looked her over. Slipping his hand up to her throat the span of his fingers easily wrapping around, Kennet leaned his body against her. "You did offer your power for my wishes and my will. That does mean that this surge is mine."
Kennet kissed her again, pressing further against her with his scalding hand squeezing her throat.